Category: Autobiographical

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When Characters Speak

When my son was a small boy, I enjoyed reading story books aloud to him, and I believe that he appreciated it. I also enjoyed listening to stories read aloud when I was a child. As a former educator, I often read aloud or had my students read aloud some of the stories we would later discuss in class. There is something about hearing the story read aloud that makes it come alive to a reader.

I recently adapted my novel, Sacred Fires, for audio book format. I used AI for narration on Google Play. It proved an interesting experience as I went through the text of my novel and had various voices for the different characters. It also reminded me of how when I am in the draft stage of a story, I feel as if the characters speak to me. Strange as that might sound to someone who doesn’t write fiction, it helps with creating a story.

When I taught writing, I had a student who mentioned that I told the class about characters speaking to the writer. At first she didn’t believe that until it happened to her as she wrote her own short story. What do the characters speak about? They might speak about the events, how they’re feeling, or give the dialogue.

Since I’ve been writing for quite awhile, and I have written and published a variety of books including young adult, paranormal romance, and historical romance, I’ve learned to tune into the characters as they speak.

So, it felt thrilling to use technology, AI,  to assign various voices to the various characters in Sacred Fires. Hearing them made the story come alive, and it was a lot of fun. I’m hoping that book will appeal to those who enjoy hearing stories read aloud, or those who find it easier to listen to an audio book.

https://play.google.com/store/books/category/audiobooks?hl=en_US&gl=US

Writer’s Tools: A Room of One’s Own

 

“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” – Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

 

 

While it’s necessary to have money, as a writer you don’t have to have a room of your own to write, but it helps! I recently converted a spare bedroom into my “writing room”, and it provides the space where I can go when I need to plot my stories, type drafts and revisions of works-in-progress, and meet on a Zoom with other writers. In a way, it’s become my “home office” as well as the guest room.

Since I sometimes like to listen to music while I write, I have an I-pod, a 33 rpm record player, downloads on my laptop and my phone. I’ve created playlists, too, for certain stories that I’m working on. Sometimes the music is background noise. I have a Mr. Coffee mug warmer which helps a lot when I need a cup o’ Joe to keep on keepin’ on. By the way, according to an article by Brooke Nelson in Reader’s Digest, dated November 24, 2022, the phrase cup of Joe might have its basis in linguistics. “Joe” is the simplified form of the word “jamoke,” which began as a nickname for coffee in the 19th century, a portmanteau of the coffee beans “Java,” and “mocha.” Therefore, “cup of jamoke” may have become shortened to a “cup of Joe.”

I’m a pencil and pen connoisseur and have included Blackwing pencils, dainty looking Vera Bradley pencils, gel pens of assorted colors, purple Pentel RSVP pens which are my favorites, and Bic Ball 3 in jade and blue. While I do most of my writing, as I am doing now, on my laptop, I enjoy using colorful pens and pencils for note taking, line editing, and filling out forms for writing. As for notebooks, there are so many types that I’ve used from those black and white composition books like the ones which I used in elementary school to ingrained, leather bound notebooks.  I have notebooks with subject dividers for various tasks including journals, writing projects, writing workshops, research, and much more. Having been a teacher for over two decades, I had to be fairly organized and notebooks became a must. As a writer, even with the computer and the apps on my phone, I like to have notebooks.

These are tools which are useful for writing and for being in the room of my own, but the work must be done. Like a lot of other writers, my laptop is my most important tool. I knew a few writers when I started out writing more seriously who refused to type up their drafts and wrote long-hand. My first book, Wildflowers, is one which I wrote long-hand in a yellow 3-ring binder while commuting to my job as a copywriter for J.C. Penney in New York City. I wrote furiously as the bus meandered through the interstate traffic, through the Lincoln Tunnel, and deposited its passengers at the Port Authority Terminal of Manhattan. Those were before the invention of personal computers, even before the cell phones, so I am dating myself. Had it not been, though, for those notebooks and pens or pencils, I wouldn’t have had my earliest material for that book.

As for a room of one’s own as Virginia Woolf suggested in her book, A Room of One’s Own, it’s not necessary.  I wrote on a bus, in a coffee shop, dictated on a tape recorder while driving my car, during my lunchtime breaks at work, even on long walks through parks. Once again, it’s the idea that to be a writer, one must write wherever and whenever one can.

So, where do you write? Do you need a “room of one’s own”? Comments are welcome.

 

Rediscovering the Inner Artist

My much more recent watercolor based on a photo.

I believe that children are born creative, but something happens as we get older. Sometimes we can rediscover the inner artist, writer, or musician if we allow ourselves to.

Pottery attempts at age 7.

As a child, I loved to draw, color, and create with my hands. My earliest memory is going to the Greenwich House Pottery School in Greenwich Village, New York, and I still have the little jar which much to my dismay, invariably became an ashtray for the adult smokers to use. I also made a paperweight shaped like a bird’s nest. I enjoyed doodling in the borders of my notebooks when I daydreamed in class, which often happened in Algebra classes. I took an elective art class in high school and had one of my ink drawings in a show. However, I lost touch with my artistic muse after high school as I pursued a liberal arts degree and went on to work in the business world and then in education where I taught language arts for over two decades.

It wasn’t until years later, that I found my artist muse again. Oddly enough, it came in the form of an adult school class at the local high school. My mentor Pat, a professional artist, told the class how to draw on the right side of the brain. I fell in love with art all over again after reading the book and taking Pat’s classes.  I took the drawing class, both beginner’s and intermediate, the pastel drawing class, and the watercolor classes. Then due to budget cuts, the adult classes were cancelled.

Fortunately for me, I continued searching for ways to do art. For instance, I took up stained glass, making window decorations, boxes, and other home decorative. It proved interesting but painful and sometimes dangerous as you handled harsh chemicals and hot soldering tools. In my writing the book Angels Among Us, my main character Kay Lassiter is a stained glass artist. I drew, literally and figuratively, upon my experiences. There is kind of a parallel between the characters I write about and my own life, but it’s not autobiographical by any means.

I also studied portraiture, although I needed more work in that area. I enjoy drawing, mainly still life and objects. Then I took an online watercolor class during the pandemic which led to an in-person watercolor class, from the same instructor, Karen who inspired me to keep pursuing my arts.

At the moment, I am taking a collage class at the art museum. It’s fun and different, and I get to experiment with all sorts of materials as I create something which appears unified or thematic. When I think about collage, I picture a hodgepodge of unrelated things glued or nailed together. How does that relate to story telling? I’m not completely sure, but I think that perhaps it has to do with the multitude of ideas that head my way, sometimes at once, sometimes at various times, but out there in the cosmos. Eventually, finding their way into some kinds of a story. Like life sometimes, there are so many events at various times on our journey, and they somehow fit into the puzzle which we can only make sense of later, while standing back and observing it all. As I am rediscovering my inner artist, I am rediscovering myself, and that’s an interesting journey.

Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain by Betty Edwards.